Ying Shao is a Girl

Ying Junchu turned on the lights in the living room, and the whole living room became bright like day.

Qing Miao stood at the door, his eyes confused and panicked, not knowing what to do.

"Come in." Ying Junchu called to her, his cold voice much gentler than usual.

Hearing this, Qing Miao stuck out his little head and carefully looked into the living room from the door.

In a strange environment, there were many things she had never seen before.

For example, when he was flying on a plane before, Qing Miao was frightened by the large flying white box in front of him.

Moreover, this big white box can carry many people and fly very high. Looking down from above, the city and people become very small.

It is so close to the blue sky and white clouds, as if you can reach out and touch them.

…

All of this seemed particularly novel in Qing Miao's eyes.

Qing Miao hesitated for a while, and finally walked into the living room with small steps.

Sandka's house is already very good, but there is something even better than his.

There were things here that she had seen in Sandra, but there were many things that she had never seen in Sandra.

At the beginning, Qinghuo would kneel down when he saw Ying Junchu and Yimo, which was a lot of the bad habits of former slaves.

Fortunately, Qing Miao was smart and smart, and she was still young and her slave consciousness was not deeply ingrained yet. Yimo and Sak took turns teaching her for a few days, and she almost got rid of all her bad habits.

For others, it may take several years to change, and it may not be completely eradicated for decades.

The shackles on the mind are the most terrifying.

Ling Yiche heard a slight movement downstairs and went downstairs without any hesitation.

"Chuchu, you're back."

There was a tremor in his voice.

But he didn't notice it at all.

Ying Junchu glanced at him casually, and finally his eyes stopped on him.

He seems to have grown taller?

"Yeah." She replied calmly, without any emotion.

She didn't need to do anything, as long as she was there, it was enough to put his mind at ease.

Only then did Ling Yiche notice that there was a little girl next to him.

Petite and exquisite, about eight or nine years old.

She looks like a Barbie doll, with her cherry blossom-colored lips slightly pursed, which is really pretty.

Seeing the stranger, Qing Miao instinctively hid behind Ying Junchu.

Only two watery eyes were revealed to secretly observe Ling Yiche.

"Chuchu, who is this little girl?"

"Qing Miao." Ying Junchu answered with the little girl's name.

"..." That's not what his question meant.

There seems to be nothing wrong with it.

"Oh, okay." Ling Yiche nodded slightly, and his dark hair moved slightly with the wind.

"She will live here from now on."

"Always." At the end, Ying Junchu added two more words.

"Okay, I will take good care of her." The young man smiled brightly, and the broken light of the crystal lamp bloomed in his clear eyes.

Ying Junchu was so busy that he naturally had no time to take care of the children.

So the task of taking care of the children naturally fell on Ling Yiche.

"Well, you don't mind, do you?"

Ying Junchu unexpectedly asked Ling Yiche's opinion in a very democratic manner.

"I don't mind. Chuchu, you can do whatever you want."

Ying Junchu's eyes were filled with an indescribable dark color, without a trace of ripples.

"Your name is Qing Miao, right?" Ling Yiche squatted and looked at her, his blue eyes filled with warmth.

Qing Miao could see the kindness in the young man's eyes, so he was not so afraid of him.

She stuck out half of her head and stared at Ling Yiche's face, then nodded.

The smile in the young man's eyes grew stronger, and it was obvious that he liked children quite a lot.

"How old are you?"

Qing Miao can understand some slightly simpler Chinese.

She stretched out her little hand and made a few gestures.